I wish I could be there to attend the reunion. It would be great
to say hello and sing some songs and talk about old times and new times.
I sent in some recent photos to see what would happen, and it looks like
Mr. M was able to send them around. It has been great to see old
photos at the web site, and to read all the contributions posted.
Perhaps a quick note will have to do for me.

I left the New Generation when I moved to England to attend school '71-'72.
After I returned I kept my nose in books and in medical school at UCLA.
After medical school, I left for Hawaii to do a residency and fellowship
in pediatrics and neonatology. I had a private practice in neonatology
for three years, then joined Kaiser as a neonatologist where I have remained
since '83. I take care of sick infants, many of these are small premature
infants. Mostly they have problems with eating and/or breathing.
Most go home with a fairly optimistic future, it is a pretty happy kind
of job, all things considered.

At the time I joined Kaiser, I was trying to work less so that I could
enjoy time with my family. I got married and lived on the beach in
a house I rented on the windward shore of O'ahu. We had two children
and moved to a house on the edge of a golf course.

Kirk was born in '87. He weighed eleven pounds, seven ounces.
A blonde. I bought a guitar and learned to play again. I thought
that I could sing and play and put him to sleep and teach him songs.
He was a tough audience for a long time. Kirk is still big.
Now eleven, he is five foot four and 135 pounds. He is gentle, likes
to play computer games, Magic cards and read science fiction. He
attends Iolani, a private school with a strong academic program.
He has a great sense of humor. He has very little interest in music.
He refused to play the ukulele required this past year in school.
The photos of Kirk were taken recently, one at a party where he
was painting his sister's face, the other with me at the beach
where he is covered with sand after riding waves on a boogie board and
getting buried in the sand. He is a great kid.

Kyla was born in '91. She has more of my features, the red hair
and complexion, but an average size. She is an average size with
an above average amount of activity. She loves the beach and dress
up and dolls and enjoys music. She started second grade at another
private school in Honolulu, is good in mathematics and likes just about
everything and everybody. She is very social and likes to take charge.
She seems to enjoy learning songs at school and performs at home without
waiting for a request. The pictures of Kyla with her painted face
tell a story of her personality. She, too, is a pretty terrific kid.

I have not mentioned my now former wife. Perhaps the least said
the better. After a long legal ordeal, the divorce was decreed earlier
this year. The process is difficult.

Many of the songs we sang together rattled around in my brain for years.
They still do, from time to time. I hope this letter finds you well
and in good spirits. I feel like this note is a program closing with
"May the good Lord bless and keep you, whether near or far away..."